Tooth

Grace finally got her first tooth.  The poor kid has been drooling like a Saint Bernard for the past 5 months.  All those times with hands in the mouth, sucking on teething rings, gnawing on breast milk ice cubes and frozen washcloths have finally paid off.  I know, its only 1 tooth out of many, but it's still a victory.  And while I was rocking her and her new nubbin of a tooth to bed, I couldn't help but feel sad.

My heart aches a bit knowing that her toothless smile will no longer exist.  I could deal with her smiling, cooing, rolling over, and sitting up on her own - so I am not sure why this tooth has me in a tailspin?  I know it is not about the tooth - it one of the first physical changes I have seen Grace go through and that means my baby is growing.  So instead of indulging in this pity party on how my healthy thriving baby is doing exactly what should she be doing - I'm going to look forward to all the fun things this tooth will bring.

This tooth brings many mornings of pancaking eating.
This tooth brings images of Grace and Matt in the kitchen making dinner and baking cookies.
This tooth brings the belief in the tooth fairy, santa claus,  and the easter bunny.
This tooth brings a room filled with laughter.
This tooth brings the start of many trips to the dentist.
This tooth brings tears from heartbreak.
This tooth brings first steps.
This tooth brings many days playing at the park.
This tooth bring many nights of snuggling on the couch.
This tooth - is a tooth - but it's my daughter's first.